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#FreedomFalls – August 20, 2015
Ehanis is standing outside the shooting range this very late afternoon, a few minutes before she said she'll be there to the turian. She has no visible weapons on her person, but her purse seems kind of heavy. She's wearing a black leather jacket over her top, and dark-blue pants instead of a skirt, mindful of the late autumn weather this time.
Sioria is soon to arrive, right on time. She's now wearing her desert-camo armour, helmet and all, as she walks down the street towards the asari, a vindicator battle rifle on her back. Her walk still has a slight limp to it, still wearing her cast under her armoured boot. Sioria waves as she limps closer, then speaks through the helmet's filters. "Hey Ehanis." she says, smiling behind
Ehanis nods. "Yes," she says. "The apartment is like nobody ever lived there. I've just got the laundry left, but I haven't got a clue where to find a place to get that taken care of."
Sioria can't help but chuckle. Surprisingly, as the armour moves it remains almost silent. "Like nobody's ever lived there, eh?" she asks. "How much did you make from selling everything inside it?"
Ehanis smirks. "That's 'Lyna's job," she says. "You got some of our stuff laying around, but everything else is as good as new."
Sioria smiles and limps up beside Ehanis, wrapping an arm over her shoulders. "Ever thought of starting a maid service?" she asks before gesturing the the shooting range. "Shall we, my blue, buxom, beauty?"
Ehanis snorts. "I've lived with someone that couldn't give less of a shit how things looked around her," she says, "and now I have sis bossing me around. No way I've got any time for that." She winds her arm around the turian. Ehanis starts walking towards the door. When there, she pulls the handle, because it's high-tech like that.
Inside, there's a staircase leading up and down, and a door to their immediate right. A signs on the wall to their right indicate the range is downstairs.
Sioria enters in behind Ehanis and takes a small gander around the establishment. "Quaint." she says. Nothing like the ranges back home. far too small. "At least a bossy sister gets you motivated. Lights a fire under that ass." She finally notices the stairs, and hopes it gets bigger. "Going down." Sioria takes the lead this time, grabbing the railing and limping down.
Ehanis follows after the turian. "And she's helping manage the agency," she says, "so she's going to be lighting more fires." She giggles.
Sioria chuckles. "Guess I better wear flame-retardant panties then, huh?" she asks as she gets to the bottom step and winces a little. "Speaking of, I haven't actually heard from any of the bosses yet. Reckon I should have?"
The staircase leads down to the basement, where a door is just underneath the one to their right on the ground floor. It's clearly marked that it leads to the range, although it being the only other way than going back upstairs should be sufficient to assume so regardless.
Ehanis frowns. "Sis is off-world and Wolfe's missing an arm," she says. "They're probably have way too much stuff to take care of right now to follow up on every merc."
Sioria shrugs and opens the range's door for Ehanis. "Fair enough. Guess this is a kind of vacation, hm? Make the most of it before they come down on me with a hammer."
Ehanis walks into the hallway. "Of course," she says, "and I doubt they're going to throw you into the field before the leg's all healed up."
Sioria follows her in and closes the door behind her. "Yeah, but the docs say it'll be something like a week before its fine. They were more worried about my brain-bucket," she punctuates that sentance with a rap on her helmet. "Got bonked pretty hard. Either way, I'm at about 80% right now." She quickly catches up to the asari, limping as she might be. "What's gonna happen to you?"
Through the door, the hallway goes left until ending in a closed door. There's a receptionist's desk along the hallway, and a turian woman stands behind it. Behind her is the militia's armory, which is rather well stocked.
Ehanis shrugs. "I'm waiting for anything official," she says. "Sis owes me a spot in the agency, but I don't think I'm really in yet."
Sioria arrives at the reception and takes her rifle off her back to have it checked. That's how they did things here, right? They'd planned to go to the range ever since they met, but this was the first time they'd actually gone through with it. "She owes you one?" she asks. "How's that? Don't get me wrong, I'm just curious."
The receptions inspects the weapon, checking whether it uses special ammunition. "Any special ammunition?" she asks. "Breaking any of the rules will lead to termination of your session without a refund."
Sioria shakes her head at the receptionist. "Nope, just run-of-the-mill thermal clips." she explains before taking it back, and looking at Ehanis. "Lets hope its a combat role then, and not like... a janitor or something." she can't help but snicker.
Ehanis smirks. "She wouldn't," she says. Ehanis pats her purse. "Mine doesn't have any funny ammo either, ma'am," she says.
The receptionist nods. "Keep the rifle set to semi-automatic," she says. "It's 200 per lane for 2 hours. You can share a lane if you'd like."
Sioria hmmms and rubs the bottom of her mask. "Lets hope not." she says with a smirk before turning to Ehanis. "Wanna share? 100 each isn't too bad."
Ehanis nods. "Yeah" she says, and digs out a credit chit from her purse, and puts it on the counter. "I think there's hundred-something left on this one."
Sioria produces her own chit and puts it down. "That should just about cover it." she says, cheerfully enough.
The receptionist charges 100 credits from both and puts them back on the counter. "The lane computer should explain itself," she says, and taps a few buttons on the terminal. The interface on the door at the end of the hallway turns green. "You two have lane 4. Please do not interrupt the security personnel present."
Sioria nods at the woman and retrieves her chit before heading down the hall and up to the door, which she once again opens for Ehanis. "After you," she says with a smile. Of course, it was hard to see under her helmet. Having just realised that, Sioria reaches up and takes off the helmet, then tucks it under her arm
Sioria follows Ehanis through the range until they reach their designated section, and sets the helmet on the little bench infront of them. "Decent place," she says, shouldering her rifle and checking the optics. "Come here often?"
The range is almost empty, which makes sense given that it opened about fifteen minutes ago. On the tenth lane, there's a middle-aged turian man with what's presuambly his son (looks to be 10-12 years old) talking about good habits around firearms. An asari in armor stands not far from the door, watching over the area. She glances at the new arrivals, but doesn't speak. Each lane has a terminal, but it won't get in the way of firing. It ha
It has a login and registration form on a tabbed user interface, implying more users can use it simoultaniosuly.
Ehanis shakes her head. "Nope," she says. "Maybe when I get a paying job, I'll try make it a habit." She puts her purse down on the bench and digs out her pistol.
Sioria checks her saftey and ammo before backing away from the firing position, instead stepping aside for the asari. "You want first go?" she asks. "Always a good idea to sharpen your shooting skills. Back home, we were told to try and get practice in at least every two days."
Ehanis steps infront of the terminal and looks it over. "Should we bother with this?" she says. "Seems it's for keeping score long-term."
Sioria shrugs at Ehanis. "I dunno. Could be fun though, to have a little competition between us two. Maybe even a bet?" she asks with a raised eye-ridge.
Ehanis smirks. "I was raised by a turian, you know," she says, starting to type in the needed info to register. "I know there's no way I'd win such a bet."
Sioria shrugs and chuckles. "Hey, just a thought." she says. "Besides, rifle versus a pistol, that wouldn't end well either." she explains, shouldering her rifle again. "So just keep score for funsies?"
Ehanis nods. "Let's do that." She finished registering, using a rather short password, and another interface shows up. It shows an image of the target projection and a score, adjustemnt of target, and a button saying 'my turn' that's grayed out. There is a button saying 'add' beside the tab with Ehanis' name on it.
Sioria steps over and presses 'add' then puts in her own details. She toys with the ideas of putting in a stupid name like 'super sioria' but she couldn't find anything worth the time or effort, so just her regular name is inputted. Sioria Felcolus. Still badass within itself. "Aaaaaand done." she says with a grin. "Ready to start!"